poem a day, april 30!!!!

ONE LAST ORPHIC

 

Maybe it was a good thing you lost her.

She was just no good for you, some said,

Not your type, she belonged among the dead,

In darkness—that’s why she was just a blur

When you looked back.  It showed your doubt.

Or hers—always wanting to be a bride,

Never a wife, already so allied

To dark things and silence, both a deadly route

For you.    I hope you enjoyed your sojourn

In hell, at least, lover extraordinaire,

Failed hero, psychopomp, most forlorn.

Now just practice singing songs on cue,

Stopping when it’s time.  Tell them what you

Long for, and they will tell you who you are.

Comments

[oriana ivy]

I love this poem, esp the line "always wanting to be a bride,/ Never a wife." Can you contact me, Oriana -- I'd like to ask you about that text by Milosz

ivy333@cox.net

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